Insulate This!

Have to help my dad insulate the attic today. No big deal, right? NaNoWriMo is starting up here in about a week and I'm anxious. I'm afraid of 50,000 words. It might be too many. (If you have no idea what I'm talking about, click the link.) Matt Bell, a kid (well, he's seven years older than me) who grew up across the street from me in a rural town is doing it too. He's a published author already. Grrrrrr...

FPOTD: One moment a speck on the edge of a great metal beast. Now in the air, appendages wheeling about and core steadily accelerating toward earth. Then, at the moment of what should be climax, when jumper crumples like paper and bones disintegrate, a surprise. What should be dead is rolling, appendages now wheeling for a different cause.